The moments that you try not to be creative but when things just flow. The moments when all aligns and your hands work what the material presents you. That I call creativity, such a joyful event. A new pouch came about: Pag.
Sometimes they just don’t come off the ground, the pouch in its present shape. Where the pattern might be finished without much delay, the stitching into a shape took longer.
The garden simply has priority when the sun shines. When the sun doesn’t shine I either prefer knitting. Sometimes the house needs cleaning. Baking, cooking, that too. Gardening is so much more than caring for plants, it is a whole(some) lifestyle. And when it is winter I either make a get-away or am not in the mood.
Now with spring summer in full bloom I tend to stitch more and with holding the embroidered piece of cotton in my hand while working on other things, a shape start to form.
I start blanco until the piece of fabric begins to makes it own moves and surely enough an idea forms. Gradually one idea brings another along and putting them together it must become a whole. Stitching new fabrics together not always turns out fitting or beautiful, so I start anew each time I am not fully satisfied.
I do not think I can regard myself as a creative train at full speed, rather a slow locomotive. Bolting into action randomly, when all the tasks align itself, perhaps when I am a bit tired with batteries low. Slow but ‘candyfull’ to the eye. Here goes another pouch.
This has my full approval. The inner bag is dyed with goldenrod and the embroidered part is dyed with onion skins. Both green fabrics were left overs from a skirt and a pair of trousers I made while tossing and turning this piece of fabric left and right. The pattern is kogin style and I can not give it any other name than ‘Pag’ since it was made on this Croatian island previous autumn.
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